Live from bat country
"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold ..."
With state line looming before me, I'm leveraging some Blackberry action to file a story and do some live vacation blogging. I haven't been able to participate in the family anti-tradition for a few years: Drinking and gambling in Las Vegas.
It's always a fun drive out and a miserable, interminable crawl home. My brother's driving is making me sick. He'll leave a smart comment when he reads this.
I think I'm getting sick. Listening to my congestion yesterday, Mayor Bogaard suggested Brandy. Let the medication begin.